Chapter 303: Using One

At first they thought it was a script arranged by the organizers, but now the opponent's punches are landing on Lu Jing......

"Re... re‑let's see, maybe my brother is fine,"

Lu Leyi also wore a worried expression, her little fist clenched tightly.

"Isn't the opponent a Martial Marquis? He's far stronger than Xiao Jing, how could a single punch leave him unharmed?!"

Lu Haitao stared at the screen, wishing he could jump up and take that punch for Lu Jing.

But in the next second, Lu Jing's movement caught everyone off guard.

On the arena.

After delivering a slap that sent Wang Weikang flying, Lu Jing did not pursue.

"Rend—"

Lu Jing suddenly tore, ripping the battle suit that had been flattened into a strip off his upper body and tossed it down into the audience.

His body, a masterpiece of Heaven's creation, was now on full display.

He gently moved his body, his arms and spine winding like an earth dragon, brimming with explosive power.

The shoulder that had been struck by Wang Weikang's punch remained intact, showing only a faint white mark.

In that instant, everyone's mind short‑circuited......

Those with quick reflexes, risking their lives, sprinted to the side of the arena to snatch the black battle suit Lu Jing had casually discarded.

Those slower to react slapped their thighs, frustrated that their minds couldn't keep up.

Lu Jing's garment wasn't valuable in itself, especially now that it was ruined, but with his name on it, it might fetch a fortune!

All the fervent fans present, being able to attend in person, must come from prominent families.

"Whoever snatches Lu Jing's clothes, I'll pay ten million to buy it!"

From the viewing seats, a woman's voice suddenly rang out.

Wow—

The words detonated the venue like a nuclear bomb.

"I'll pay thirty million!"

"I'll pay fifty million; my father is the richest man in Hu Province, who dares to compete with me?!"

The crazed female fans began a showdown of wealth, quickly reaching jaw‑dropping sums.

Beyond the scramble for the clothes, many were stunned that Lu Jing withstood Wang Weikang's blow without injury.

"What the heck, how did Lu Jing do that? Watching that punch made me cringe— even if it didn't break a bone, it should've torn the skin. How is he acting like nothing happened?!"

"No way, Lu Jing's defense is that strong? I always thought he excelled only in offense; I didn't expect the strongest spear and shield to be embodied in one person."

"He's definitely a monster; you can't judge him by ordinary standards. Who truly is the Defense-type Talent Endowed?"

Intense discussion erupted from the audience, everyone awed by Lu Jing's bodily resilience.

Yao Rong and Feng Xinglan stayed, watching Lu Jing's final match.

Seeing the scene, Yao Rong felt a sense of déjà vu.

During the Genius Training Camp, as a Defense-type Talent Endowed, she had once grasped the terrifying nature of Lu Jing's flesh.

At that time, no one of the same tier could breach his defense.

Now, after such a long absence, he could still block a Martial Marquis Realm punch.

"My brother's fine! That's great!"

Lu Leyi had been squinting, unwilling to watch, but upon seeing Lu Jing unharmed, she jumped up happily.

Feng Qinru also released her hands that had covered her eyes and looked at the screen.

"Xiao Jing is really fine, this......"

She couldn't comprehend why this happened, even for a moment.

Logically, the gap between a Martial Artist and a Martial Marquis Realm is a massive one, practically a crushing advantage, yet why could Lu Jing emerge from that punch completely unscathed?

Except for Lu Leyi, everyone present were ordinary people who had barely trained in martial arts.

"Looks like it's probably a script......"

They could only interpret the unknown as a scripted arrangement.

At that moment, on the arena.

Listening to others scramble for Lu Jing's jacket and utter astonishment, Wang Weikang curled a disdainful smile, though mostly anger.

His earlier punch, aimed at hitting a moving Lu Jing, sacrificed lethality for speed; even if it struck himself, it wouldn't cause much damage.

And that allowed the kid to endure it.

No one born yet can match Wang Weikang's defense!

"Nonsense!!"

Wang Weikang sneered, glancing toward the Taiwu Martial Arts Hall, "Xiang Yang, bring my sword!"

As the words left his mouth, he instantly raised his hand and seized a long sword floating in the air.

"You're fast, huh? Even if you're faster, can you outrun my blade?!"

Wang Weikang's eyes turned icy as pale‑green vigor surged like a tide into the long sword.

The tip of the black long sword instantly erupted with an unimaginably sharp glare, blindingly bright.

In the next instant, the blade's edge leapt across the distance between them, thrusting toward Lu Jing.

Wang Weikang's speed was so extreme that everyone only saw him reach out, catch the long sword thrown by Chang Xiangyang, and then vanish.

"Isn't that cheating, like asking for help off‑stage halfway through the fight?!"

"Exactly, a Martial Marquis Realm fighting a Martial Master Realm has to draw a weapon first, not even caring about the face."

The surrounding audience began to criticize one after another.

Lu Jing, however, raised his eyebrows—this was exactly to his liking.

Clang—

The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword at his waist was drawn for the first time, trailing a bewitching blue-purple ribbon of light in the air.

It was the perfect moment to test whether the +5 Thousand-Blade Demon Sword could easily pierce the defenses of a Martial Marquis Realm expert focused on defense.

"Look, Lu Jing has drawn his sword too!"

"If I remember correctly, this is Lu Jing's first time using a sword at the Martial Way Assembly!"

"He's getting serious!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, their spirits greatly lifted.

Swords and fists differ; fist‑to‑fist clashes are more direct but lack great destructive force unless the strength gap is huge.

But a sword is different—once it lands, it inflicts a laceration, and if it hits a vital spot, it can easily be fatal.

Seeing Lu Jing draw his long blade, a faint smile appeared on Wang Weikang's face.

Finally, you're not using fists anymore?

He had investigated beforehand—Lu Jing's strongest asset is his fists, that long blade is mostly just an aid.

Attack the opponent's weakness with your own strength—that's his tactic.

Force Lu Jing into a field he's not good at, then defeat him.

But the next moment...

"Clang—"

A clear, ringing clash of metal and halberd, like the toll of an ancient temple bell.

The blade-tip energy of Wang Weikang's sword was blocked by the tip of Lu Jing's Thousand-Blade Demon Sword.

The tips of the two swords collided, sending an invisible ripple spreading outward without cease.

Immediately afterward, the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in Lu Jing's hand began to shatter from the tip.

Tinkle—

The long blade shattered inch by inch.

Wang Weikang was overjoyed, feeling utterly elated.

Just one strike, and he shattered the opponent's weapon—this battle now has no suspense!